The Palinode of Amanda Bynes

My heart cut out by Nickelodeon

and boxed for their wicked queen.

I’d take them back, every last tweet.

I’m curdled and raw and obscene.

Perez and Courtney and Chrissy,

smell my heart sizzle on the third rail.

If I’ve ever tweeted you’re ugly,

it’s my mind that’s grown a spiked tail.

As the bong sailed from the window

I figured it had sprouted wings.

My heart is a tattered box kite.

When I’m high I do stupid things.

I meant that Drake should stake it

and not actually murder my vagina;

my isolation is finally complete,

my heart a cup of bone china.